watching the women's road cycling event at the olympics is like watching turtles fuck.

why is it that out of all the women biking in a giant clusterfuck group, only one had the foresight to try to bike faster than the rest of the group?  only after that did other bikers realize "oh yeah, we're supposed to try to beat other riders.  i should try to go faster."

today's rant: deprogramming

the other night, we left our 5-month-old with a friend for babysitting.  while we were out, we got a text that our friend was trying to teach our little girl some choreography.  cute enough.  we also got a text that our girl was listening to "call me maybe".  when we got home, i spent the rest of the night trying to deprogram her.  i didn't care that i had work in the morning.  at one point, i had metallica's "master of puppets" on repeat for about an hour and forty minutes.  i had to hammer that into her skull before she had the opportunity to remember that other song.  i think i got the point through to her.  by the time the sun came up, she was air-guitaring the bridge.  if i play this right, her first word will be "master".  who wouldn't love that?